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Description: This item looks like a two foot long tendril about two inches wide, and a half inch thick with a multitude of small pores running along its underside. At one end of this device are around 50 spider like legs of various lengths, surrounding what could roughly be described as a mouth about an inch wide. Made using the nail/claw of a powerful Hollow/Arrancar.
Name: Protean Forge
Class: Weapon Skill
Tier: IV
Type: Offensive/Supplementary
Range: Close
Description: The user envisions a weapon or tool before grabbing hold of the KLA, which wraps around the user’s arm. The legs start darting in and out of the KLA’s mouth, the weapon/tool envisioned by the user taking shape quickly and being usable in a matter of seconds. The weapon comes out exactly as envisioned, including colour, texture, smell etc. If the user maintains contact with the KLA, the weapon is infused with the users’ rietsu and is as durable as a released weapon and as sharp as a sealed zanpactou. The weapon/tool will function for a day before needing to be remade. If the tool is removed from the KLA, it is only as durable as a sealed zanpactou, and will only last for two hours. The KLA has to wait at least one post before making another weapon. It cannot make anything larger than a square meter or anything with moving parts.
Chandre walked down the halls of Karakura university, doing her level best her keep her rietsu concealed, but otherwise enjoying the open air. She had applied a coating of her Melanocyte Induction Plasma, making her fully and completely visible to the naked eye of even the most spiritually ignorant of humans. However, she had also taken the time to take on the appearance of Professor Takeshi Shoji, a man in his mid forties that was currently the head of the bio-medical research wing in the university. Chandre had been following the good professor for a few days, nailing down his mannerisms and idiosyncrasies so that she could pull off a convincing performance of the man. She had basically kidnapped the man earlier this afternoon, and he was sleeping off the after effects of a large dose of sedative in Chandre's lab below the university. She came back from lunch on time for the professors schedule, not wanting to rouse suspicion before it was due and set to work. She had even taught a class between 2 and 6 on divergent evolution, a subject she was well read on, though she did stick rather strictly to the professor's notes for the class.
Now, however, she was on her way to the professor's lab, which she felt a little guilty in doing if she were to be honest with herself. Using somebody else's lab was... odd, and she couldn't help but wonder how she would feel if somebody snuck into her gallery and started fiddling with her work. Such thoughts, however, were unproductive, and Chandre had a lot to do that evening.
I know honey, I'm sorry. You know I'm up against some tight deadlines for the university. Chandre said as she walked down the hall, speaking into the professor's cell phone. His wife had called, and Chandre again didn't want to warrant suspicious eyes when she could avoid it. I tell you what, lets go out this weekend. If you can put off the neighbourhood watch meeting for a couple days, I'll take a couple sick days and we'll go to Tokyo and have a nice romantic weekend, just the two of us. She said, making a mental note to send an email to the dean requesting a few leave days for the professor when she got to the lab. She'd also need to make sure to leave a note for the professor so he knew what was going on too, but that would be down the road some. Yes dear, no, that sounds perfect. I'll call you when I'm about to get home, yes, love you too. She said before hanging up and pocketing the phone. She made it to the lab, finally, and came face to face with Stephanie, a transfer student from Canada and also the professor's lab assistant.
Hello Professor, the microscope is all tuned up and calibrated like you asked. So, what's the 'sudden experiment' you need to run? She asked, and Chandre gave the same quirky smile the professor did when asked about something he was excited over.
Oh Stephanie, you'll see. Now go prep the protein bath, I have to send an email and I'll be right with you. Chandre said, eager to get started.
Now Stephanie, this is a very, very delicate experiment and I must insist on your utmost discretion. Chandre said, sitting backwards on a chair, facing her young lab assistant. I mean it, you don't talk to anybody about this night, not even me, I'm having you along for a purely education purpose. If you ask me about it, I'll just act like a confused old coot and pretend this never happened, understand? Chandre said, and though Stephanie looked a little perplexed, she eventually gave a quick nod. In all honestly, she was just covering the professor's rear because he was a very insightful man and she wanted to make sure she could come back and reference his work. Other hollows in her place may have just barged in and tried using his lab all willy nilly, but Chandre liked to consider herself a delicate touch.
Alright, then tonight we are going to analyze and replicate this material. Chandre said, removing a little glass dish from her lab coat pocket, in it a two inch circle of rather hairy skin. She had originally gotten the skin sample from a very powerful arrancar by the name of Theocelese, and with a little attention had managed to get the little patch of material to grow. She had also managed to induce some more hair growth, because at the moment that hair was what she was after. Between herself and Stephanie, they were going to make an artificial hair lattice from the nigh indestructible bio-organic material of an arrancar's hiero.
Chandre plucked one of the hairs from the skin sample and mounted it to a slide to be put under the electron microscope in the lab. This piece of equipment was probably the single biggest reason she was co-opting the professor's identity in the first place, since her own equipment wasn't exact enough for this work. She also couldn't exactly go out and get an electron microscope out at the nearest corner store either, not to mention the power drain on the grid would basically be inviting human investigation which soon followed with shinigami investigation. She handed the sample off to Stephanie (a sample she had liberally coated with her Melanocyte Induction Plasma so that the mortal girl could see it) to put into position in the microscope.
Professor, the sample looks just like a normal human hair and skin graft. What's so special about this specific sample? she asked as she positioned it in the microscope. Chandre didn't answer right away though as she adjust the resolution on the microscope and waited for the picture on the screen to come into focus.
This, Stephanie, is the reason why that sample there is so very, very special. She said, motioning for the lab assistant to come over and take a look at the screen.
Oh. My. God. Stephanie said in wide eyed shock as she looked at the image on the screen.
I can't believe this! That's flat out impossible! How can a keratin lattice be so densely packed? It doesn't make sense! The girl exclaimed loudly as she paced back and forth, wracking her brain as to how such a sample could exist in the world of current science. Each protein in that string must have the molecular density of iron, but that would make each of those hairs like a mass of tightly packed hardened steel springs! What's keeping them together? It should crumble to dust! She just couldn't wrap her mind around it, and Chandre couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the girls response to something that was, at least presently, just outside the purview of human science. Professor, I understand now why you want to keep this sample a secret, just having this here, it could change the course of bio-engineering as we know it! You could make a t-shirt out of that stuff that could take bullets without the wearer feeling it, or planes light enough to fly like kites! Chandre had to admit she actually hadn't taken into account the ramifications of introducing this sample to human technology, and debated the sensibility of leaving the data on the computer. It was a short debate since she didn't actually know how to delete these files from the computer. All she knew was that this picture told her everything she needed to know to move on with her experiment.
My theory is that the protein strings are held together with an invisible force similar to a bioelectric field, a force that the living sample generates and binds everything together. Chandre explained, knowing that this 'invisible force' was actually called rietsu, and it wasn't so much a theory for her, but she still had to keep up appearances. She brought out a silver case she had brought up from her lab earlier, opening it to reveal a long and slender eel like creature. She plopped the thing into the protein bath that Stephanie had been so kind to prepare ahead of time.
Oh my god professor, what in the world is that thing? Stephanie asked, a mix of disgust at the outward appearance, though mostly curiosity as to its origins. Chandre had to admit she was a little impressed that the young lady's thirst for knowledge.
This is something I've been working on since I came into possession of that sample. Now, it could be considered morally... ambiguous as to whether or not this creature should be alive, but I believe in the name of advancement, it is a well considered evil. She said, knowing that human science got a bit squeamish with the idea and morality of making all new living organisms. Now, prep the dissection table, we need to pop this little fellow open and have a look.
Now, I made this thing to try and mimic the lattice structure in that sample. It's sort of along the same vein as altering a goat to make it produce spider silk, but I'm just skipping the process of trying to backwards engineer a goat and starting from square one. Chandre explained, hoping to settle any nerves her lab assistant may have with creating new life forms. She seemed genuinly interestedin the process though, so Chandre just gave a quirky smile and brought the squirming eel like creature onto the dissection table. Now, strap it down and make an incision here and go down about four centimetres. Be sure to get through the outer shell and muscle tissue. Chandre instructed as she prepared the hair sample in its own little protein bath. To her credit, Stephanie did her job unfallably while Chandre worked with the high powered centrifuge (another piece of equipment she would love to have more regular access to).
I'm done professor, what are these organs here? She asked, after putting down the scalpel and using forceps to open up the hole.
Those, are the goats udders that will produce our spider silk. They are specially engineered keratin production sacs, and when I have the raw protein string separated, we'll see if it takes. She said as the centrifuge whirred to a stop and with a 'ding' signalled its completion.
For this, Chandre was being a little more hands on, only allowing Stephanie to watch as she worked. To the lab assistant, Chandre was fiddling around inside the eel like creature with forceps, a scalpel and a high precision needle filled with the keratin protein they had separated in the centrifuge. In reality, the only tool that wasn't Chandre's shape-shifting fingers was the needle. She was performing a sort of micro-surgery that her lab assistant couldn't see without watching the procedure under a microscope. Her fingers deftly moved the protein generating organs more delicately and precisely than any mortal could with such simple tools, but she was being very discrete about it. To the wide-eyed Stephanie, her professor was simply a man with such a ludicrously skilled and steady set of hands, he should be performing brain surgery, not teaching at a university.
Now, I've applied equal parts of the protein string to the organs, and the stem cells in there should start attacking them. With any luck and a bit of patience, those little guys will be producing that protein string exclusively. She said, being personally very excited to see if this little guy could manage what she hoped would be her answer to a nagging self defence problem she has.
Alright, so you started out with an eel? Stephanie asked as she slurped up some noodles from a take-out box. Chandre finished chewing her own mouthful of take-out while she wagged a finger.
No, no, not quite. I started with the genome of the south pacific electric eel. I figured the bio-electric organs of the eel may be able to at least partially act to hold the protein lattice together, so I singled them out. Otherwise, I had to design the rest of its genetic structure around marrying the eel and spider genomes I was trying to single out. She said before finishing off her box and wiping her face. For her part Stephanie seemed to be trying to work out how her professor had managed such a complex act of bio-engineering, even taking a break from her meal to take a couple notes on what Chandre was teaching. Now then, I think we've left the little guy alone long enough, lets see if we can get him to make us some super hair! She said excitedly, hopping of the desk she had been sitting on and trotting over to the eel. She put on a rubber glove (she didn't actually, she just made her arm look like it for Stephanie's benefit) and picked up the eel, which reflexively wound around Chandre's arm. Stephanie looked concerned, but Chandre gave her a little wave and a smile to indicate no harm was done. Chandre fed the little guy some rietsu and pictured a simple straight length of material with no additional colour or traits than raw keratin. The eel began to dart its spidery legs in and out of its mouth, pulling together the straight blade that Chandre had envisioned, spitting out the finished weapon which Chandre inspected before exclaiming: SUCCESS!
Chandre had spent only a little more time with Stephanie, examining the sample she had created and analyzing its properties. The found it degraded a lot faster than the original sample, but would keep its amazing properties for roughly 24 hours before becoming regular keratin. She had left Stephanie to clean up the lab, saying she was in hot water with the misses, though Stephanie didn't seem to mind. Chandre also deposited the professor in his car in the parking lot and pinned a note to the steering wheel signing as Stephanie saying 'you passed out from exhaustion' as well as noting the promise he had made to his wife and to have a nice weekend.
For Chandre, she was performing a new and very important experiment with her new invention. She had requested that it create a french basket handled rapier with a red blade, gold inlay and jewel encrusted finery, which it did without flaw. She was testing its' durability by doing the one thing she very, very rarely did: she sought out a shinigami.
The fight was a lot more of an even playing field now, the shinigami finding a match for its soul cutter in Chandre's Keratin Lattice Assembler. She could parry and strike with equal vigour, even taking time to make a second weapon (a long and ornate sickle with a lovely curved handle) and ended the night with a decapitated shinigami. She enjoyed the meal and considered it a celebratory treat for creating a powerful new weapon she could use against the damnable cretins.
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